Old Green Bike

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

This far north and east, the sun rises early. Jake woke to the bright light coming through the floor to ceiling windows. He looked over at his iPhone, it was not quite 5am. He was tired, he had been asleep just four hours, Lizzie and he stayed on the boat until well after midnight. He was still wearing the swimsuit he had on yesterday at the cook out, it felt tight, sticky, and damp from his sweat. He was hard, really hard. He looked out at the lake, it was perfectly calm, not a ripple in the water. He rubbed his erection as he contemplated getting up and going for a swim. He was in the guest room at Lizzie's, too late to drive home. Now the house was quiet. Lizzie had kissed him goodnight and went off to her room around 1 am. It was just the two of them in the sprawling vacation home. He wondered why they did not sleep together, but respected her insistence.

"This is weird," he thought. "I have nothing to wear but my swimsuit," his thoughts continued as he remembered he left his shirt in his truck. Jake felt naked, which strangely excited him. He became even more aroused. He pulled back the covers, exposing his bulging suit, bare legs and chest. The urges of an orgasm building in him. He climbed from the bed and stood in the sliding door that led to the deck. It was 58 degrees outside, he could now see a slight coat of steam on the lake as the warmer water hit the cool air.

Jake walked out on the deck. His erection was still there, but easing. The air felt refreshing. He walked along the deck past Lizzie's room, her curtains open he could see her sound asleep in her bed. He immediately got harder, she was certainly making it difficult for him to wear his tiny swimsuits. Even at practice, when he saw her he would get aroused, his Pavlov's response to the things she did to him in his suits. She had no clue he was watching her. After a minute, Jake continued on down to the lake. He grabbed his goggles off the pontoon boat, left their from their late night swim. He walked to the dock end and dove a shallow dive into the clear water. The cool lake felt refreshing, despite the chilly air. He swam east, following the shore. Thirty or so minutes out, Jake turned around and headed back.

"Someone is up early," Lizzie called from the end of the dock. She watched as Jake swam an easy breast stroke the final fifty feet in. She was wearing a very revealing tiny white bikini, the skimpiest one yet. Jake swam past the dock end, finally standing in four feet of water.

"You were still sleeping," Jake replied. "The lake looked too inviting." Despite the cool water, her cute bikini was making Jake hard, again. He climbed pnto the dock, revealing his arousal in the wet and clingy suit. She was as around as him, but he showed it with the tight, outlining bulge.

"Water must not be too cold," Lizzie said with a lustful look as her eyes ventured to Jake's anatomy.

"Or you are too hot," Jake replied as they embraced in a deep, erotic hug and kiss, her leg inserted between his, feeling his manhood. She gently massaged him as they kissed.

"Let's get breakfast," Lizzie suggested.

"I thought we already were having breakfast," a very stimulated Jake replied. The two held closer, creating uncontrollable urges, picking up where they left off. The lake was still quiet and they were still alone. Lizzie could feel Jake's desire growing, equal to her own.

"Let's go back to my room," she whispered, as the two broke apart. Jake's suit bulged with arousal, straining every Lycra fiber, barely holding him in. He was so aroused he could hardly walk. They never made it to her room, stopping at a dual plush lounger on the deck. They quickly resumed where they just left off. It was a blend of love, lust and erotic passion.

Lizzie untied Jake's suit and freed him of the constraint the tiny suit created. He grew massive, quickly. Her own urges were beyond where they had gone before. She untied her bikini bottom, letting it fall free, all the while they were in passionate kisses. She watched as Jake covered himself in the protection she had secretly left on the side table earlier. She guided him to exactly where he needed to be, feeling his powerful manhood grow inside her. "Oh Jake you feel amazing," she whispered. It was not long after that her urges released, followed by his. They held each other as their bodies calmed, still fully together.

"That was magical," Jake said.

It was a morning the would both never forget.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Sunday morning brought picture perfect weather for a bike ride. Allen woke at his usual 4:30AM to get his farm chores done. The window fan blew a cool breeze into the room. Ricky was still sleeping on the other twin bed in Allen's formerly shared room, looking scrumptious. Allen rummaged through his swimsuit tub and pulled out an older Nike swimsuit, a solid black one with white accent that ran up the sides and across the back. He stood naked in front of the fan, the cool air felt great as it blew across his manhood. He turned and looked in the mirror, admiring how his legs were becoming more defined, the result of his riding. He got hard, watching as he went to a full, spontaneous erection. He wrapped his hand around himself and teased his desires. He did not finish, no time. Instead he slipped into the swimsuit, his aroused manhood clearly visible. He had no clue Ricky watched the whole thing.

Allen opened his room door and headed to the bathroom. He could hear his sister already up making breakfast. The smell of coffee created an alluring aroma. His dad was long out the door and already working. Family breakfast on Sunday after chores was a tradition. Allen was quick in the bathroom, he had no time to waste. He headed downstairs, his arousal subsided, but still wearing nothing but the tight swimsuit.

"Good morning Sis," Allen said as he entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with juice.

"Haven't seen that suit in a long time," his sister said. "Looks good on you."

"Thanks," Allen replied. He headed into the laundry where he grabbed his jeans, a clean shirt and slipped them on, his swimsuit body transitioning to farm boy sexy. Within minutes he was out the door for three hours of chores. The tight jeans showing a nice bulge, his t shirt snug over his shoulders hiding the muscular abs underneath. Ricky was still upstairs sleeping. His promise of getting up early to help with chores lost out to a few more hours of sleep. Allen was okay with that, Ricky was cute but he would slow them both down.

Three hours later, Allen was covered in dust and dirt, his hair a murky mix of mud soaked in sweat. The reality of life on a farm, you got dirty, real dirty. Especially if you were out in the potato fields climbing over irrigation rigs or tilling. Today, Allen had done both. Life as a dirt farmer. He got back to the farmhouse and went in the barn and wheeled the old green bike out. He was going to take advantage of the swim practice free day to get in a good ride. His longest yet. He leaned the bike against the barn and headed back to the house to get cleaned up.

The outdoor shower was one of Allen's favorite post chore treats, especially as he got into his teen years. The shower was walled off by wood panels that went knee high to just over his head. The valves were functional rustic, one for hot and one for cold. The floor was made of concrete pavers, the water just ran off into the surrounding grass, which was always a lush deep green. The shower was already wet, meaning his dad was back in the house.

Allen turned the water on, adjusted the temp, and stood under fully clothed, watching as the dirt washed out of his jeans. As usual, he was already getting aroused, his bulge expanding. Allen had his morning rituals and his body knew the shower was about more than getting clean. He put some shampoo in his hair, a cheap brand from the local dollar store, but it did the trick. He watched as the soap ran over his shirt and jeans. Allen slowly removed his shirt, a sensual feeling overtaking his body. Then he slowly unbuttoned each button of his 501 slim fit jeans. He slid them off and threw them hanging over the side wall of the shower. He stood in just the tight black and white Nike swimsuit. It had a back seam that made for a tighter fit up front, especially aroused.

Allen lathered himself with soap and washed over his chest and down his legs. Every so often he would rub across his bulge, teasing his erotic urges. After several minutes of teasing, he untied the suit and slipped himself free, now totally naked and very aroused. He hung the suit on the door handle as his other hand massaged his most sensitive parts. He arched back, enjoying the feelings of urge pulsing through his body. He watched as his body thrust explosive releases across the shower, hitting the far wall, or shooting over. It was awesome.

His morning ritual finished, Allen slipped back in the wet suit, adjusted his still large anatomy, turned the water off and grabbed his wet clothes off the wall. He hung his wet jeans and shirt on the line in the yard and stood in the warm sun for a few minutes drip drying. His suit clung to him.

" Are you finished yet," his sister called. "Breakfast is almost ready." She knew her brother had his Sunday ritual.

"Coming now," Allen replied, chuckling at how that sounded. He headed inside, ready for a pre ride food feast, still in the damp and clingy swimsuit. Ricky was up now, wearing loose fitting shorts over his swimsuit from yesterday. He looked too damn cute, Allen thought. Ricky thought the same about Allen.

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Allen slid the cycling bib shorts over his muscular legs adjusting them as he got up around his mid section, then pulled the shoulder straps over. The fit was firm and tight. He wore them, of course, commando, the tight spandex molding to his anatomy leaving no question of position. The tight fit always created a bit of arousal. Next, Allen slipped on the colorful jersey, again creating a form fit. He stood in front of the mirror admiring how he looked.

Allen's cell phone rang, pulling him away from the mirror.

"Hey man, what you got planned for the day?" Asked Jake.

"I am riding to Patten," Allen replied.

"Dude, isn't that like 80 miles?" Jake questioned.

"Yeah, give or take," Allen answered.

"You really are crazy!" Jake exclaimed. "I was thinking about going tubing in the river, guess that is out for you."

"Sorry, man. I figured you'd be hanging with Lizzie".

"Let's do something later," Jake replied. "Be careful man, watch for moose!" Jake added, part tease but mostly serious.

Allen headed out of his room, ready for the longest ride yet. He had built amazing skill and endurance. Day by day he had become stronger, but this ride would test his endurance and skill in ways he could not imagine. This was a one way ride, Ricky would meet him at the end. Allen stuffed $20 in his jersey pocket, loaded the next pocket with granola bars for snacks, his cell phone in the third. He had two water bottles filled. He and Ricky kissed, in private. Sparks flew between both sets of legs.

"Look at my son, the serious cyclist," Dad said as Allen stood by his bike. A ping of jealousy at hi youth mixed with pride. "I am really proud of you," he added. Ricky stood back, letting the father son moment unfold.

"Thanks, Dad," a misty eyed Allen replied. He did look stunningly athletic and handsome in his colorful cycle gear.

Dad opened his wallet and handed his son a $10 bill. "I know you got money, but just in case...". Dad trailed off. "You got tubes?"

"Two, Dad, and the pump." Allen pointed at the small pump mounted aside his water bottle. "Batteries charged in the lights, too".

"Back in my day, we didn't have helmets, we clipped pant legs, you cyclists are so much smarter," Dad observed. "Now get going," he finished. Allen spontaneously hugged his father, a memory they would carry forever. Moist eyes and all, Allen mounted the regal old green bike and headed down the drive. A left onto the road would lead him to Maine route 11. From there he would head south, crossing over The big hill out of Portage Lake, continuing south toward Ashland. The grand ride had begun.

Ricky started the pick up and headed out, a one man SAG support. At least for now. Ricky took out his cell phone and began calling the team, starting with Stormy.

[Swimmboy]

It is a little bit embarrassing, but when I read a chapter describing Jake's maleness 'straining' against his small suit, or Allen touching himself so intimately in his bed, or in the shower, I tend to experience similar reactions in my own body. Guess that's what great, stimulating writing can do for you! Glad Jake and Lizzie have finally come together, so to speak. Now we will see what's ahead in Allen's future! An 80 mile bike ride sounds brutal - 10 miles is the most I've ever done. But I did swim 2,500 meters today!

[nespeedoguy]

Hot story s t s always fun to read and enjoy speedo time!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, loving the story. Please continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen is riding to Patten, we need to cheer him on," the text went out to the entire guys swim team. "Let's meet in Ashland". Ricky was determined to give Allen a whole cheering squad.

Allen had no clue what was in the works. He headed south along route 11, the abundant North Maine Woods along both sides of the road. He pushed up the climb out of Portage Lake, then enjoyed the steep downhill as he glided toward Ashland ten miles ahead. Logging traffic was almost nonexistent, which made Sunday a perfect day for long rides. The cool morning was turning warmer. The humidity was in the low 80's, which meant Allen's tight spandex cycling kit was already clinging to him, soaked in sweat. Ricky came up beside him, slowing to check on his rider. Allen looked so strong and lean, Ricky smiled at the image. Assured all was good by Allen's thumbs up, Ricky continued on toward the first rest stop.

"I'm in," came the text from Jake. Several other team members followed. Even Stormy said he would try to meet up later, which Jake took as progress. Ricky read each one, a bad move while driving, but a reality of his generation.

"Bring or wear your team suit," Ricky told them all, again texting at 60 mph. He rounded the bend, the Aroostook river to his left. It was full and flowing, reflective of the recent rain. Ricky pulled into the vacant lot where 11 made its left to Ashland. Allen was five miles back, rolling at 19.5 mph, a good pace for him, especially on the slight downhill stretch into town. He would increase that to 21 as he got closer.

Ricky hopped out of the truck, wearing a UMaine shirt over blue soccer shorts. Under he had on a brand new Q swimwear brief, brightly colored against a black background. It was his first time wearing it. He loved how it felt on. So much so, he yanked off the shorts, exposing the swimsuit, peaking out from his shirt. A spontaneous erection quickly filled the suit.

Stormy listened to Ricky's message twice, laying in bed. He was still wearing the jammers he had on last night. He was hard, his hand holding himself. "You really should do this," he said to himself. "Make the best of it," he added in his mind. He asked Siri how far to the school in Ashland, the designated meeting spot. When she replied thirty three minutes he knew he had little time. He jumped from the bed, his boner succumbing to the urgency of the situation. He grabbed his tote of swimsuits and headed into the shower.

"Be there," came the short text. A reply from Stormy that Ricky never expected. In all, six guys from the team were in. As Ricky set the phone back in the truck, a hot and handsome Allen guided the old green bike into the lot.

"I feel great," Allen said as he stood over the bike, the crossbar almost touching his bulging crotch. "Hot, twenty miles in, sixty to go." Ricky refilled his water bottles. It was not exactly the refuel on the fly of the Tour de France, but it was a support team. "Looks like someone got a new swimsuit," Allen noticed.

"Yeah, I really like how it feels on," Ricky replied, as he pulled up his shirt to show it off.

"You look great in it, you should ditch the shirt,". Allen replied. It was clear Ricky was still aroused.

"Maybe later," Ricky replied. After a five minute break, Allen pushed off. He headed straight, skipping the turn into Ashland. Instead, he would follow Garfield Road along the ridge. He had a couple mile gentle climb, but the view from the high range was fantastic. Ricky headed left to town, excited to join the other guys from the team. Even Jake had given up a day with Lizzie to cheer on his best friend.

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The red Miata sped along route 163 toward Ashland, but this time Stormy obeyed the speed limit through Mapleton. Stormy wore a very tight cropped Lycra blend shirt over a MP square cut print swimsuit. It was the first time wearing it, in fact the first time he wore a suit other than a jammer. He debated it for several minutes, before deciding it was time for a new image. He and AJ had bought the more revealing suits, intended for a private weekend that never happened. Being used to jammers, Stormy felt awkwardly naked. Stormy had no clue the pickup truck following him was Jake, along with Devon.

"Isn't that Stormy?" Devon asked. "There is no way he'd come do anything with the team," Devon added. .

"Maybe Ricky invited him, he was really trying to get Stormy involved," Jake replied. "Hopefully he is not being his usual jerk."

The Miata and the truck followed each other into the gravel lot of the Ashland grocery store, a smaller, independent market that looked exactly like one would expect in a rural community thirty minutes from nowhere. Most of the team of guys were already there, most in shorts, but a few daring ones in various team suits. The few shoppers didn't seem to mind either form of attire. The team converged on the sport drinks and snack food aisles with the boundless enthusiasm that comes with youth on a free day from practice. The shopping cart looked aced with all the essentials, they headed for the register.

Andrea was a cute girl with short tan hair, dimples and a sweet smile. Her delight showed when the pack of cute guys lined up before her, some in cute swim team suits. All of them hot. Warm tingles ran through her. "Hi guys," she said somewhat bashful. "Must be a swim meet today?" She asked as she started keying in the items in the old register. The guys all chuckled, realizing they must look pretty out of place in their suits.

"No, but we are the support crew for a guy doing an eighty mile bike ride?" Devon replied. He found Andrea sweet. So sweet he was getting hard in his tight swimsuit. Right now, he wished he had shorts, or at least a longer shirt. Andrea noticed, her eyes checking out his growing bulge.

"Wow, that must be pretty hard," she replied, not intending the pun. Devon blushed anyway.

"Yeah, it is," he replied, answering to both the ride and himself.

"Well, have fun guys,". Andrea said as they loaded the last of the bags in the cart. The guys headed out, but Devon stayed back. There was no one in line. He learned she was 19, lived right in town. She smiled when Devon said he was 18, lived over in Washburn, and thought she was cute. They exchanged cell numbers when she accepted his offer to go out sometime. Devon left, harder than ever, and excited to get to know the cute cashier.

[nespeedoguy]

Good story can't wait to here about what happens next!

[Swimmboy]

Glad you are back writing about our favorite swimmers! And I'm happy to see Stormy starting to come around and join with his teammates. But looking at the map, it's a very long ride for Allen to get all the way to Patten - I think he will need a nice massage when he gets there!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen rejoined state route 11, just north of Masardis, a tiny little collection of homes tucked against the river. The general store, the last real business in town had burnt down a year ago, its charred cement pad the only remains. The old green bike topped 32 miles per hour coming off the steep descent into town, well above the 25 speed limit. Allen pushed hard on the pedals, as he glided through town. He was a third of the way through the ride, feeling really strong. Heading the opposite way, a guy on a stealth looking BMC was coming fast. He was dressed in a white cycling kit with various red, blue and green logos. Allen watched as he approached, dropped down on aero bars and cutting the wind like a knife in soft butter.

As they passed, the cyclist nodded acknowledgment to Allen, who quickly recognized him as one of the two triathletes at the ice cream stand. "Hey Sky," Allen called out. If Sky heard him, he did not respond. Allen glanced back to watch as Sky ascended the steep hill with ease. Allen's veins filled with adrenaline, his competitive ego kicking in. Sky had been out for five hours and already had 110 miles behind him and 15 left to go. His white cycling kit, a one piece skin suit was soaked and looking a bit sheer. From a distance, the sheerness not visible, but up close his features were slightly visible. In a flash, Sky was up the hill and out of sight.

The climb to Oxbow is killer. A steep 9% grade out of Masardis becomes a steady grade for three or four miles. The road narrows, the lungs gasp, the quads burn, any arousal withers to a sweaty mess inside a Lycra grip. "This f.cking sucks," a gasping Allen said under his breath as every ounce of energy left him. He was hard pressed to push ten mile per hour. The easy ride became long, with a longer way to go. He sucked water from his bottle, the last few ounces that remained.

"He is almost here," Ricky called out to the group, which now numbered seven guys, all of them in some type of tight swimwear, and two girls, both in very skimpy bikinis. The group lined up, along the right side of the road where Oxbow Rd meets route 11. It had to be an unusual sight as seven guys in nothing but skimpy, bulging swimsuits created a rainbow of colors, interspersed with the two girls wearing barely there bikinis. Was it any wonder the bulges were so on display. The best part was each guy had a black letter painted on his smooth, hair free chest, which now spelled out GO ALLEN. Even Stormy was in the mix, his colorful square cut revealing his very prominent package. A car drove past, an older couple, who looked surprised and amused at the younger folks.

Allen rounded the final curve as the narrow road began a slight downhill toward the Oxbow turn. He had arranged with Ricky to meet, and he was ready for a refresh. His flashing front light was the first thing the group saw. "There he is!" Yelled one of the girls. A Bluetooth speaker blared a mix of sports jams, as the group lined the road, chanting "Allen, Allen...".

Allen's heart raced with excitement as he saw his teammates. He could not believe all of them were out there cheering him. As much as he was drained from the climb out of Masardis, his cycling shorts bulged with his arousal at the image of the hot guys in their swimsuits. He pumped one hand as he road toward the group. They surrounded him, cheering so loud every Moose in a ten mile radius heard them.

"You are doing awesome," Jake told Allen as the two guys hugged. Allen grew hard as their bulges touched. Jake did too, both showing in their tight Lycra gear. "How do you feel? Half way there?"

"Well, everything still works," Allen smirked as he said it, a direct reference to the aroused bulge he was sporting. Jake knew what he meant and they both smiled. "Not looking forward to the rolling hills after 212." The guys refilled his water bottles, acting as a pit crew. The two girls got Allen energy bars.

"Hey Stormy, hot looking suit," Allen complimented him. "Thanks for coming out," he added. Stormy still felt awkward with the group, but everyone was welcoming, even Jake, who had the most reason not to. Stormy gave Allen a thumbs up. He really did look hot in the suit, while a far less revealing suit than the briefs the rest of the guys wore, he was rocking it well.

The music started. The group lined up. Seven high fives later, Allen pushed off on the second half of his journey, his bulging shorts revealing his continued arousal as he bent over the bars of the old green bike. He still had a long ride ahead, through the segment known as Moose alley. He was still hard a mile into the ride.